Spring, A Moment's Solemn Breeze Poem by Aniruddha Pathak

Like memories of youth returning,
Splashing rainbow's lavish rich hues,
Flitting thoughts as if on capricious wings,
Comes spring; drives my mind's year-long blues.

But why is spring here once again?
To show riots of warm colours,
Nor display blossoms of flowers—
Spring proves: youth's green over grey gains.

Pervades in air romantic rage,
I hear this dialogue in the excited
Love chatter of birds by it invited,
Gone has the snowy camouflage.

A gay abandon is in ample dose,
Spores causing still a sweet li'le sneeze,
A tickle's felt in my dried up clear nose,
But what matters: fragrance of wafting breeze.

Spring, butterflies be when no far,
Soon as the sun lights up the garden,
Buds blossoming when somewhat harden,
The winged wonders sip in a nectar bar.

Their dance warming with the sunbeam
They come from a nearby shrubbery,
Pirouetting in a dainty li'le flurry,
And help make spring gay from wintry grim.

Like a lifetime couple some dance,
Garden their family's private heirloom,
Spiral in courtship, frantic prance,
Just two of them— the bride to be and groom!

And no sooner they come they leave,
Their romance as unique as easy,
Leaving me as dazzled as dizzy,
They always give more than receive.

And the scene too soon enough comes to cease,
But so is spring, a moment's solemn breeze.
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Images | 08.02.08 |